是谁的床，这么小？

又是谁躺在山谷里？

是谁在摇头，是谁在微笑，

就是不回答我的问题。

也许我的话未被听见，

于是我再问一遍。

是谁的床，这么小？

厚厚地铺满了平原。

“最小的床上躺着雏菊，

“请悄悄走过她们身边，

“再往前，就在大门旁，

“火绒草睡得正香。

“还有鸢尾，还有紫菀，

“还有酒杯花和银莲，

“还有绒铃草，披着红色的毛毯，

“还有胖嘟嘟的黄水仙。

“还有许多摇篮，睡着花宝宝，

“有谁把她们轻轻地摇，

“轻柔而忙碌地穿行其间，

“哼着古老的小调。

“嘘，轻声！蔓地莓还没睡，

“番红花还在揉眼睛，

“紫杜鹃做了一个粉色的梦，

“梦见她最爱的灌木丛。

“是时候了，让我们离去，

“让花儿们好好地睡。

“直到蜜蜂将她们唤醒，

“带往四月的树林。”

Whose are the little beds, I asked

Which in the valleys lie?

Some shook their heads, and others smiled —

And no one made reply.

Perhaps they did not hear, I said,

I will inquire again —

Whose are the beds — the tiny beds

So thick upon the plain?

'Tis Daisy, in the shortest -

A little further on -

Nearest the door - to wake the Ist -

Little Leontoden

'Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster -

Anemone, and Bell -

Bartsia, in the blanket red -

And chubby Daffodil.

Meanwhile, at many cradles

Her busy foot she plied -

Humming the quaintest lullaby

That ever rocked a child

Hush! Epigea wakens!

The Crocus stirs her lids -

Rhodora's cheek is crimson

She's dreaming of the woods!

Then turning from them reverent -

Their bedtime 'tis, she said -

The Bumble bees will wake them

When April woods are red